Saturday, November 8, 2008

Drabble: Raindrops


“We might be in a little bit later than planned – the rain’s coming down really hard.”

“You’d best hurry, I might not be able to keep your father off that turkey much longer.”

“We’ll do the best we can.” I close the phone and glance over at Robert. His brow furrows with concentration as he squints through the sheeting downpour. “You okay?”

“I’m not sure I’ll even be able to see our turn. I’m pulling over; it’s got to let up soon.”

We listening to the drumming on the rooftop as we wait. The clamorous noise is almost like silence.

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